Posts Tagged ‘Penn’

UPenn campus in Transformers 2 trailer

May 1, 2009

A lot of recognizable UPenn landmarks in the new and awesome trailer for Michael Bay’s destructionfest.  Apparently Spielberg has told Michael Bay that it might be his best film ever.


My first club DJ gig w/ Xponent: MAMBO JAMBO

April 16, 2009

Few hobby DJs ever make the transition from DJing in their bedrooms to Djing gigs in real clubs.  The pinnacle of a typical bedroom DJ’s short-lived career is a “Woweez this mix roks!” user comment on his 10-minute YouTube mix, or a fratboy’s drunk congratulations on his “awesome” mix during a Bosses-N-Secretaries-themed frathouse party.  However, within the cesspool of bedroom DJs clamoring to be recognized for their misguided self-belief masquerading as “talent”, there are a few DJs blessed with real talent: the God-given ability to listen – really LISTEN – to music, and a natural attunement to the musical zeitgeist of the future.  These are the DJs – Aldrin, Tiesto, PVD, Oakenfold, to name a few – who successfully transition from bedroom to club, from part-time hobby to paid services, from Zoukout to Ibiza.

Unfortunately, I am not one of them – so I approached my first club Djing gig with the proverbial blue balls.  Club SG was organizing DiaS’pura 2, and had promised a “Mambo afterparty” at an Olde City club/lounge.  Due to my history with Club SG/DiaS’pura, I volunteered my services, expecting a small, private party crowd in the upstairs room of a dingy Philly lounge, where my elaborate set would be met with the same enthusiasm as any random person playing the Mambo Jambo CD on repeat.

A few days before the event, the curveball came – the venue was changed to Level Lounge, which, in spite of its name, was a three-storeyed CLUB in Center City.  Worse, I would be spinning on the first floor of the club, and all partygoers  would first pass by our floor on their way to parties on other floors.  That meant that the first strains of music that these paying customers would hear upon entry would be from my as-yet incomplete setlist.  I had been prepping with the little free time afforded to me by work (Thanks to Andrea for being understanding as I was spending all my waking hours mixing), and that was inadequate for a full three hour set.  The prospect of something going terribly wrong and then having to face a jeering audience, or worse, no audience, weighed heavily on my mind.

Disclaimer: I use the word DJ very loosely to describe my mixing.  I’m not a turntablist and I don’t use vinyl, so my version of “spinning” essentially refers to a few mouseclicks to drag and drop an mp3 into Torq, and using an all-in-one midipad Xponent to mix the tunes.  I’ve DJed for two of my own house parties before, but that’s as much experience as I’ve had DJing.

Here’s a list of the gear that I lugged from NY to Philadelphia for this gig:

M-Audio Xponent
15′ Macbook Pro Unibody 2.4 GHz w/ 2 MB RAM
Stanton Uberstand
Software: Torq 1.5

All stuffed into an overpriced Xponent gig bag, which does NOT protect your Xponent from bumps/shocks at all.  The padding in the bag is way too thin, and the Xponent fits a little too snugly in the bag for my liking.  Might have to invest in a hard casing eventually.

I left the musical about an hour early to set up, which seemed like a reasonable amount of time to set up my equipment to do a soundcheck.  Without an inkling of what the protocol for a DJ at a club was, I sauntered up to the velvet rope and dropped the line:

“Hi, I’m the DJ for tonight’s party.”

And that was when I realized, dammit the success of this party is gonna fall squarely on my shoulders.  THE DJ.  For THE party.  My heartbeat went from nervous to frantic, reaching the same beats per minute (“BPM”) as the muffled thump of the bass coming from another party on the floor above mine.  The club owner dumped me in the DJ booth, which was next to a kitchen sink and had a couple of naked bulbs dangling from the ceiling as lighting.  He also left me with the most rudimentary of instructions – a few cursory introductions of the mixer and volume control, etc.  He had that “Do I look like I give a f*ck” look on his face, not unlike that of an air stewardess demonstrating how to put on a life jacket in the event of a plane crash.  Apt analogy, as the gig started to look like it would be stalled on the runway.

First, the inputs.  When I whipped out the Xponent and placed it on the deck, the owner gave me a an incredulous look

“You’re using that?”

Granted, the Xponent looks like a cheap plastic toy, but underneath the machine’s LED-studded plastic hood is an elegant and powerful engine.  However, the Xponent only has RCA outputs, which appeared to be incompatible with the club’s XLR-input speakers.  When I asked the owner how I would connect my Xponent to the speakers, he shot me the inevitable questi0n:

“Is this your first time Djing in a club?”

At that point, I decided to ditch all pretense of knowing what I was doing and asked him to help me set things up.  This is not like my job, where I can usually get away with pretending to be more knowledgeable about a subject than I actually am.  I mean, there’s no way I’d ever look cool pressing buttons on the Xponent, so I might as well fully embrace the part of the curious geek tinkering with a new toy.  Thankfully, one of the club’s resident DJs was around, so he helped me get around the RCA problem by routing all the sound through one channel in the mixer.  I turned up the volume, pumped up the bass, switched on the monitors, and was ready to partaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

Except that the place was completely empty. And remained so, even half an hour into my set.  That was the next big problem.  I got a couple of pitiful looks from partygoers who were stopping by on the first floor to use the adjacent bathroom. The musical had run a little late, and there seemed to be a reluctance to leave the exuberance of the Sing City set behind for a crummy little Philly club.  So there I was, lone bespectacled Asian nerd, playing with a cute light-up machine and an Apple Macbook Pro paid for by the rents, spinning for a non-existent crowd of friends who all RSVPed “Maybe” on the Facebook event invite.  And we wonder why so many violent gunmen turn out to be Asian immigrants.

WTF WTF WTF looped through my mind.  The stream of people entering the club, glancing at a completely empty dancefloor and heading straight up the stairs was a big downer.  Each time I saw an Asian group of kids entering through the main doors, I thought to myself: Singaporeans!  Finally!  But I was always disappointed – they all headed upstairs.  I considered just stopping the set as a self-imposed mercy rule.  When a couple of Singaporeans finally arrived, they unpatriotically plonked themselves on the couch with winter jackets still on, seemingly engrossed in discussions about where to go next.  Urgh – quitters.

Then I went through an introspective phase in the middle of playing Robbie Williams’ “Rock DJ”.  I was mixing for a inter-state gig (sorta) in Philadelphia, all my gear was functioning properly, I was hooked up to a massive speaker system that I would never be able replicate in my own home, I had a chance to practice a full-length Mambo Jambo set – all the conditions were in place for me to have a good time.  With that cognitively dissonant boost of optimism, I focused on completing a full 3-hour set, regardless of the turnout.  After all, one or two people were starting to bob their heads to the music – who knows where it would go from there.

And then people started arriving.  It started with a couple of familiar faces from Penn, then small groups of out-of-towners.  The night reached a turning point when a guy in a suit started waving the call me/shaka hand sign in time with the lyrics of the song, “Call Me” by Spagna.  A Mambo regular!  Mambo is NOTHING without the moves!  In fact, Mambo as a concept is really cumbersome to explain to non-Singaporeans, so having people who actually knew the actions to the main songs would be KEY to showing non-Singaporeans how to appreciate the finer points of a Mambo party!

[As an aside, I have used the following words before to try to explain what Mambo is to a non-Singaporean: retro, pop, 70’s, 80’s, 90’s, mish-mash, Zouk, Wednesday night, synchronized dance moves, hand actions in time with the lyrics, standing in a circle and dancing, no grinding, anthemic, conformist culture, influence of the military, lame, clubbing initiation, ah bengs, loads and loads of fun]

Of course, I still got the house/hiphop requests from some people, to which I could only reply, “sorry, the organizers want me to play this type of music.”  Turning down a request for a Flo Rida song was HUGELY gratifying.  Anyway, by that point, a crowd was starting to build – people started doing the Singaporean thing of standing in circles of 4-5 people, facing inwards and shaking the dust off the old Mambo moves that had been closeted ever since they went west (life is peaceful there).  It was also strangely satisfying when someone ran up to the booth and begged me to play “Summer Rain”, as it reminded me of the whole masochistic thing when a dog holds a stick in its mouth, begging for its owner to “please throw it!” (in this case, begging for a song to be played so that everyone can do the same dance moves together).

By the time I got through to around 125 BPM, the floor was packed.  That was also the point (1+ am) when people realized that this was it, this was the party, there wasn’t going to be any hiphop/trance/house – might as well let go of their inhibitions and follow the herd.  I was a little further from the dance floor than I would have liked, but what I saw looked like it was Sunday in a charismatic church.   A cyclone of sweaty bodies collectively raising their hands together in a trance-like state, going “square rooooo-ooooms”.  Amen!

I was done with half of my set when I realized that I had only 20 minutes before the club closed.  The second half of my set was the more experimental section (or so I like to believe – I consider Enrique Iglesias pretty “experimental”).  Another point to note is that yes, I had a pre-planned set – but it had in/out points where I could jump to other sections as need be, depending on time constraints or on the mood of the crowd (I even went as far as a printed and formatted excel table, with cue points explained for every song in my set).  After the Grease megamix, I skipped a half-hour of my set and jumped right back into the Mambo favorites, much to the delight of the floor.  “I Heard A Rumor” was met with some dude’s shrill screams of OMG OMG OMG.   Even with this clusterfucking measure, I was still unable to complete the second half of the set and was foreced to stop right after playing the perennial Kylie fav “Can’t Get You Out Of My Head”.  At 2 am (it’s Philly after all – how do you stay awake after one of those cheesesteak dinners?), a burly bouncer stepped onto the dance floor, signaled to me to kill the music, then barked at the crowd that the party was over – a move which elicited a chorus of boos.  As the lights came on, people wiped their glistening foreheads, caught their breath, and lamented their sore throats/temporary deafness, all with the cheery afterglow that only Mambo + alcohol can bring.

As I had pessimistically predicted for my first DJing gig, there were indeed jeers that night.  Thankfully, they weren’t directed at me.

More online reviews of DiaS’pura II and Sing, City 2

April 1, 2009

“Wahh. Proud to be Singaporean man!”

“I think Josh has revived ‘cockanaden’, though I’ve yet to see how I can use that in my vocabulary.”

“Hohohoho [Sekali I is the] best song written ever, in my opinion. Please watch it, die laughing at all the jokes that only Singaporeans will get, and be proud to call yourself a Singaporean :)”

The DiaS’pura 2/Sing, City! 2 AAR

March 30, 2009

I wish we’d done this during the last DiaS’pura – uploading video updates of the day’s activities.  mrbrown has quite a few good ones on his blog.  I’m sure there’ll be more to come, as I saw numerous posting of photos of the event on Facebook from various sources.  mrbrown also took the time to cover the technology in Huntsman Hall lecture theatres:

Unfortunately, I was unable to attend the speaker series.  I’ve heard nothing but positive reviews so far.  I’ll post any comments/videos as they come up.

The Yaps’ musical was a two-pronged attack on the audience’s hearts and the funny bone – the incessant gushing and awwing of the audience through the sentimental bits was matched only by the gaffws though the uproarious comedy segments.  I struggled to catch my breath after the US customs scene – I had strained my diapragm while laughing slumped on the VIP couch (generously offered to seniors by Caleb Yap).  And watching the actors, some old and  some new, take to the stage singing Random School Facility (with an additional verse written for YX’s misanthropic character) felt like a raucous class reunion.  I thought I could hear Jennifer Setiawan belting “…but I got it fuuuuuuuuuurst…”

Oh speaking of the musical, Josh or Caleb has reinstated the old Sing City musical blog, which houses some of their rants and thoughts from the first musical.  Check it out here.

I had to leave without watching the last quarter of the musical, which I heard had all the best songs.  Of course, Sekali I was the highlight of the evening for most people.  mrbrown has kindly included the lyrics to the song in his video:

And of course, the old fav, Noodle Blues:

On that note, if you have any photos/videos of the event, please send them to the Club Singapore exco at so that it’ll be included in their archives (which I assume will eventually be released to the world).

I had to leave the musical early as I had to set up for the Mambo afterparty at Level Lounge at 21st and Market st.  This was my first experience DJing for a big party, and that will be an entire rant/post in itself.  All I can say is that I’m glad everyone on the dancefloor had as much fun as I did behind the DJ booth – seeing Garett breaking out his “who says white people can’t dance” moves, hypnotizing a huge group of Singaporeans into standing in a circle and doing synchronized moves in time with the music, and feeling the relentless thump of the bass from the club’s speakers was a gratifying experience.  I have no pictures/photos though – I was so busy trying to be “professional” that I completely forgot my Asian roots and didn’t whip out the camera!!!  If you’re reading this AND you attended the Mambo afterparty AND you have ANY photos of the crowd at the event (I swear I saw some of those overhead-angled shooters at work), please let me know in the comments.

All in all, a great night spent in Philadelphia.  Hopefully more updates to come.

Dias’pura II promo videos

February 23, 2009

I’m guessing they’re meant to be somewhat viral, so here’s me playing a part in the chain.

Dias’pura II

February 17, 2009

5 reasons to attend DiaS’pura II:

  1. Film screenings by the filmmakers – we really wanted to do this at the first DiaS’pura, but were unable to do so due to time/logistics constraints
  2. Singaporean food – nothing can beat homefood!
  3. Mambo afterparty – another institution.  Would love to mix my mambo tunes if I could
  4. Sing, City! is back!
  5. You get to throw tomatoes at Huntsman Hall and blame it for the financial crisis

DiaS’pura speaker from Singapore featured in TrendHunter!

January 20, 2009

Trendhunter is a site that I like to browse through occasionally, as it captures all the quirky design/architecture/fashion/art stuff from all over the net, be it high-brow or low-brow.  If there’s a new cool thing in town, they’re usually the first on it due to their extensive network of “journalists” who scour the world for new trends.  Imagine my surprise when they featured the work of Jing, one of the speakers at DiaS’pura whose talent we (at Penn) spotted and recognized almost 2 years ago!

From TrendHunter:

His subjects are often beautiful women in humorously posed orgasm-orgy scenes with a twist. Often beer and milk are poured over his models in suggestive poses; instead of being set in the bedroom, however, these scenes are enacted on a stage-like set in the street, a classroom, a stadium, or outside a grocery store.

Nice to know we were ahead of the curve there.

Logan Hall is no more!

July 7, 2008

Robert Rescorla, former dean of the College, pioneer in the field of behavioral psychology and kickass professor, quoted in the NYT!!!  From the NYT:

July 6, 2008
At Penn, the Subject Is Gossip

AMONG the University of Pennsylvania alumni whose names will live in history are one American president (William Henry Harrison), two Supreme Court justices, eight signers of the Declaration of Independence, 11 signers of the Constitution – and now, it seems, one former editor of The New York Post Page Six gossip column. The name Claudia Cohen will ring familiar to Penn students for generations to come, as it now adorns a prominent building on the west Philadelphia campus.

Ms. Cohen, who died in 2007, was a former wife of Ronald O. Perelman, the billionaire New York businessman. He acquired the right to rename the building when he donated $20 million to his alma mater in 1995, a university official said. Mr. Perelman exercised his naming right this year, following Ms. Cohen’s death from ovarian cancer, despite the fact the couple had divorced in 1994. Ms. Cohen, who graduated from the University of Pennsylvania in 1972 with a bachelor’s degree in communications, walked away from the marriage with $80 million.

In recent weeks, while most students and faculty members are on summer break, signs for Claudia Cohen Hall started appearing on and around the majestic Victorian Gothic-style building, which for more than a century had been known as Logan Hall.

But not all current and former Quakers are happy to see the name of James Logan, a secretary to William Penn and one of the first trustees of the university, eclipsed by that of a New York socialite known for dating moguls and senators and dishing Hollywood gossip on Regis Philbin’s morning show.

“I, as an academic, am accustomed to seeing buildings with names like Newton, Copernicus, Darwin,” said Ponzy Lu, a chemistry professor at the university. “Then to see the name of this person, who is very fresh in our memory, who is not associated with a pursuit of knowledge – a gossip columnist: it strikes me as being totally idiotic.”

Others faculty members interviewed responded less vehemently, although there were raised eyebrows. Robert A. Rescorla, a psychology professor, said he had certain opinions on the name change “but as a former dean of the college, I better not express them.”

Summarizing the general campus response, he said: “Logan Hall has been here a long time. People don’t like change.”

Mr. Perelman, who built his fortune with takeovers of companies including Revlon, is not only a major donor to Penn but a trustee. Cohen Hall abuts the main quad that for several years now has been known as Perelman Quadrangle.

The renaming of Logan Hall has caused consternation since word of it began circulating in March, said David Lei, a junior, who is executive editor of The Daily Pennsylvanian, the campus newspaper. Several people wrote protest letters to the newspaper, which editorialized against the change.

While many may be unaware of the details of Ms. Cohen’s life – her years as a gossip columnist; her romance with Senator Alfonse M. D’Amato, which he famously announced at a 1995 news conference – “the general impression,” Mr. Lei said, “was that the building was being renamed after Ron Perelman’s ex-wife.”

He added: “People were pretty unhappy about it, mainly because the name is quite old and it’s been Logan Hall for a long time. Many students and people in the community were unhappy that the name of a historical building could be ‘bought.’ ”

It is nothing new, of course, for universities to name buildings after the deceased loved ones of rich patrons. Widener Library at Harvard took its name from Harry Elkins Widener, an alumnus who died in the Titanic disaster, after his mother, Eleanor Elkins Widener, provided $2 million.

But the lack of pomp attending the name change of one of Penn’s marquee buildings (it is headquarters for the College of Arts and Sciences) struck some faculty members and students as curious.

“University officials have, in the past, made announcements over the summer that they would rather not get a whole lot of attention – it’s their version of Friday in the news cycle,” Rebecca Kaplan, the campus news editor for The Daily Pennsylvanian, wrote in an e-mail message. As for the timing, Ron Ozio, the university’s news media director, said “the university operates year-round, if there are students here or not.” Given Mr. Perelman’s bruising battles with other former wives, it might seem unusual that he would chose to commemorate Ms. Cohen. Ellen Barkin, the actress, went public about her bitterness over their divorce in 2006; Patricia Duff, a Democratic fund-raiser, waged a grueling child custody fight with Mr. Perelman through the late ’90s. (The dispute flared again in court last month when a legal guardian of the child, Caleigh, 13, asked for a protection order against Ms. Duff in Supreme Court in Manhattan, which a judge declined.)

By all accounts, Mr. Perelman remained close to Ms. Cohen after their nine-year marriage ended. Even after they broke up, he spent tens of millions of dollars on research on the cancer she battled in private for years.

Mr. Perelman, whose donation to Penn helped pay for renovations to the former Logan Hall and other buildings, responded to a request for comment with an e-mail message. “Claudia was a wonderful woman, a fantastic mother to our daughter Samantha and my best friend,” he wrote. “I thought it very fitting to honor her with the naming of this building at Penn, from where she graduated and was involved for many years. She loved Penn as I do as an institution that shaped both our lives.”

While Penn traditionalists might consider this personal bond insufficient reason to switch a familiar campus name, faculty members pointed out that, with time, new students will find a daily visit to Cohen Hall as routine as an afternoon sunning themselves on, well, Perelman Quad.

Besides, on the home turf of the famous Wharton School, business is business. “This is the University of Pennsylvania – what do you expect?” Bruce Kuklick, a history professor, said of the name change. “This is a school founded by Benjamin Franklin. Franklin was the arch modernizing pragmatist of the American founding, a guy who always had his eye on the main chance.”

“It would be surprising,” he said, “if they didn’t rename Logan Hall to a high bidder.”